Hey peeps,

Well yesterday evening was quiet, I sat and read my textbook and brewed tea, had a walk and got to my porch for an early sleep.
Fell into deep sleep. Woke at 3am needing the loo, a drunk person was crashing around in the bushes, occasionally there was a crash and a thump and swearwords like he walked into a tree.

I slept again but there were terrors and nightmares and distresses in my light sleep.
I slept deeper towards morning and woke up comfy but a bit too warm, 7am, an hour before pastoral care.

My stove was out in the corner and my tea making stuff was under a bucket so I set to work making tea and getting on with my Sunday wash, which is the thorough one including my hair.

I was all washed by the time pastoral care started, pastoral care was ok, but did not relieve my tension and distress about the church of england, my old friends came in during pastoral breakfast and shared stories about previous harvest services, one of them went to lead harvest at another church and one was to lead the service at my church.

It was one of those days when I was at church by 8am and didn't leave until just after 3pm, not long ago.

After pastoral breakfast, I helped with preperations for the harvest service, and then it was time for the service, after the service was coffee and I was given some chocolate, and a duvet, and a harvest food parcel.

Then we had harvest lunch, so I helped set up tables and set everything out, sat with my friend for lunch, then helped with teas and coffees, and clearing away, and then tedious jobs like unblocking drains and sharpening hundreds of pencils for the church youth meetings.

And by the time that was all over, it was gone 3pm.

So here I am, just escaped.
I have a free afternoon for lazing on the blanket and studying.